| Ohh ohhh
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| Oh (yea) oh (yea) oh (yea)
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| Ohh ohhh
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| Ohhh
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| Oh (yea) oh (yea) oh (yea)
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| Ohh ohh
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| Oohh
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| Oh (yea) oh (yea) oh (yea) oh (yea)oh (yea)
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| Ohh
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| Woahh
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| There is no escaping (yo)(yooo)
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| There’s no place to hide (yooo)(yooo)
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| Yes please someone save me (yo)(yooo)
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| But they don’t pave no mind (yooo) (yooo)
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| (Good night)
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| Good bye
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| Your walkin down a horror corridor
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| It’s almost 4 in the mornin
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| And your in a
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| Nightmare
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| It’s HORRIBLE
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| Right there’s the coroner
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| Waitin for you
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| To turn the corner
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| So he can corner ya
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| Your a goner
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| He’s ona ya
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| Out the corner of his cornea
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| He just saw you run
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| All you want is to rest
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| Cause you can’t run anymore
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| Your done
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| All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
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| While everybody
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| Is watchin in the party applauding it
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| Here I sit while I’m caught up in deep thought again
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| Contemplading my next plot again
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| Swallowin the Klonopin
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| While I’m noddin
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| In and out on the autumn and
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| If the ramada inn
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| Holdin onto the pill bottle then
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| Lick my finger and swirl it round the bottom
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| And make sure I got all of it
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| Wake up naked at mcdonalds
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| With
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| Blood all over me
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| Dead bodies
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| Behind the counter
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| SHIT
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| Guess I must of just blacked out again
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| NOT AGAIN
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| It’s 3 a. |
| m in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| I said
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| It’s 3 am in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| Sitting nude in my living room
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| It’s almost noon
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| I wonder what’s on the tube
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| Maybe they’ll show some boobs
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| Surfing every channel
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| Until I find hannah montana
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| Then I reach for the aloe and lanalin
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| Bust all over the wall panel and dismantlin
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| Every candle on top of the fire place
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| Mantalin
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| Grab my flannel and my bandana then
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| Kiss the naked manakin man again
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| You can see him standin in my
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| Front window
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| If you look in
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| I’m just a hooligan
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| Who’s use to usin hallicinogens
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| Causin illusions again
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| Brain contusions again
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| Cutting and bruising the skin
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| Raise the scissors and pins
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| Jesus when does it end
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| Phases that I go through
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| Dazed and I’m so confused
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| Days that I don’t know who
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| Gave these molecules too
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| Me what am I gone do
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| Had the prodical son
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| The diabolical one
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| Very methodical
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| I slaughtered them
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| It’s 3 a. |
| m in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| I said
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| It’s 3 am in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| She puts the lotion in the bucket
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| He puts the lotion on the skin
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| Or else it gets the hose again
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| She puts the lotion in the bucket
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| He puts the lotion on the skin
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| Or else it gets the hose again
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| I duck and I slash slice and gash
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| Last night was a blast
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| I can’t quite remember when I
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| Had that much fun
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| Off a half pint of the jack
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| My last vic and a half
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| A flashlight
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| Up kim kardashians a*s
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| I remember the first time
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| I dismembered a family member
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| December I think it was
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| I was having drinks with my cuz
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| And I wrapped him
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| In christmas lights
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| Pushed him into the stinkin tub
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| Cut him up into pieces
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| Then just when I went to drink his
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| Blood I thought I outta drink this bath water
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| That outta be fun
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| That’s when my days of serial murder man slaughter begun
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| The sight of blood excites me
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| That might be an artery son
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| Your blood curdling screams
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| Just don’t seem to bother me none
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| It’s 3 am
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| And here I come
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| So you should probably run
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| A secret passage way around here
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| Man there’s got to be one
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| Oh no there’s probably none
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| He can scream all that he wants
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| Top of his lungs
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| It aint no stoppin me from choppin him up (up)
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| Cause it’s 3 a. |
| m in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| I said
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| It’s 3 am in the mornin
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| Put my key in the door and
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| Bodies layin all of the floor and
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| I don’t remember how they got there but
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| I guess I must of killed em
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| Killed em
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| Yooo (yoooo)
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| A yoooo (a yoooo)
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| Yooo (yoooo)
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| A yoooo (a yoooo)
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| Yooo (yoooo)
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| A yoooo (a yoooo)
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| Yooo (yoooo)
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| A yoooo (a yoooo) |